Poetry competition CLOSED 26th May 2017 10:14am
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KDAmB
KDAmB
RUNNER-UP:
Duende
Word Placement.
Linger On; Valentines Entry: Love's Acronym
(This poem is an extended acronym, read the first letter of each word as a sentence)
Navigating
our
vitality;
every
moment
bounds
every
reality
Together
we
entwine,
neglecting
time
yearningly
Constructing
abiding
memories;
eliminating
reveries,
our
necessities
regrettably
acquires
youth
Amorousness
never
deceives
Two
ambitious
souls;
however,
always
dissolve
aground
-vitiating
in
every
sound
Wanting
inevitable
loss;
love
grows
embossed
together
Matrimony
awaits
religiously,
rendered
in
every
delivery
Cameron Ray
Tasha Davies
Written by camray-ramray
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Sarcastic Bastard
…Once he stepped through gates,
Airport security asked him to step aside,
They said it was just baseline and standard procedures
When they’re looking for devices of the explosive kind.
But he…
He would lie through his teeth, through thick and thin,
Fake and phony spilling nothing but baloney,
Even though his record was without a blunder or blemish,
He just had a fast and wicked sanctimony.
The conflict started when they asked him his name,
“Jack Frost, I’m addict, addicted to crack and I don’t care,
I’m a ballerina with pretty little pistil named Crystal,
Wanna see because I can see you beam and stare?”
Well the cops heard pistol and crystal and went ballistic,
The sadistic sons a bitches thought he had ammunition
Or some kind of contraband or he was some kind of agitator,
Maybe some kind of terrorist on a mission.
But…
He’s a hothead, a sarcastic bastard who was critical,
A bit cynical while being struck and laughing like a parrot,
But the truth was he was a servant in the Rigel quadrant,
His cover was a murky quiet entity without much merit.
But the paradox to this whole incident was the irony,
How a space alien pretending to be earthborn was beaten,
And though he had endless knowledge of the universe,
He waited for phaser phone to bleep and then go home.
…Once he stepped through gates,
Airport security asked him to step aside,
They said it was just baseline and standard procedures
When they’re looking for devices of the explosive kind.
But he…
He would lie through his teeth, through thick and thin,
Fake and phony spilling nothing but baloney,
Even though his record was without a blunder or blemish,
He just had a fast and wicked sanctimony.
The conflict started when they asked him his name,
“Jack Frost, I’m addict, addicted to crack and I don’t care,
I’m a ballerina with pretty little pistil named Crystal,
Wanna see because I can see you beam and stare?”
Well the cops heard pistol and crystal and went ballistic,
The sadistic sons a bitches thought he had ammunition
Or some kind of contraband or he was some kind of agitator,
Maybe some kind of terrorist on a mission.
But…
He’s a hothead, a sarcastic bastard who was critical,
A bit cynical while being struck and laughing like a parrot,
But the truth was he was a servant in the Rigel quadrant,
His cover was a murky quiet entity without much merit.
But the paradox to this whole incident was the irony,
How a space alien pretending to be earthborn was beaten,
And though he had endless knowledge of the universe,
He waited for phaser phone to bleep and then go home.
Thank you Camray for your entry and congrats for November the 20th and your wedding day, great work, but I'm sorry to say it does not fit the requirement of this comp, as I have asked the entries to be written using the 29 words I have supplied in the OP and you have not used them.
Thank you wallyroo for your entry.
Thank you wallyroo for your entry.
Love Paradox
his heart was an airport
a volatile place where
no one could stay
his girls, just passengers
leaving nothing but a crack
she could feel the entity
of her predecessors
oozing through
the crevices
murky and thick
the wicked hothead
the agitator, the addict
the waitress, the actress
the list was endless
and like a blemish
they tainted her skin
a ballerina should never
dance on a graveyard
she is meant to shine
in a bright beam of light
he needed her fire
and won her over
with mind devices
made her a servant
to his ballistic will
she gave in
became like him
imitated his baloney
like a well-trained parrot
they went down fast
until the day came
that it all felt fake
hearts turned to frost
faced the baseline of fate
their conflict painful
like pulling teeth
one last bleep
they parted ways
spite held the pistol
agony the ammunition
despair pulled the trigger
a blunder was over
both fell victim
to earthborn flaws
and the love paradox
his heart was an airport
a volatile place where
no one could stay
his girls, just passengers
leaving nothing but a crack
she could feel the entity
of her predecessors
oozing through
the crevices
murky and thick
the wicked hothead
the agitator, the addict
the waitress, the actress
the list was endless
and like a blemish
they tainted her skin
a ballerina should never
dance on a graveyard
she is meant to shine
in a bright beam of light
he needed her fire
and won her over
with mind devices
made her a servant
to his ballistic will
she gave in
became like him
imitated his baloney
like a well-trained parrot
they went down fast
until the day came
that it all felt fake
hearts turned to frost
faced the baseline of fate
their conflict painful
like pulling teeth
one last bleep
they parted ways
spite held the pistol
agony the ammunition
despair pulled the trigger
a blunder was over
both fell victim
to earthborn flaws
and the love paradox
Anonymous
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mikimoondancer said:. . Erroneous Calculations
When I measure you against a fake baseline
comparing such an entity
to a mere earth-born
I fast realize the blemish in my crack analysis
The conflict lies in the devices I used.
Murky waters run shallow
when the ammunition is teeth
and there's nothing to bite into
my evidence less than empirical
There is an agitator in my paradox
though no ballistic beam could turn
a parrot into a ballerina
look past the thick frost overhanging
the airport of your mind
a hothead will melt first
as the addict is the servant
of the boloney they need
A pistol could end the blunder
of endless hope
but no bleeps appeared on my radar
and that should have sufficed
I measured you against a fake baseline
you are not earth-born
Best in Show!
good luck :)
When I measure you against a fake baseline
comparing such an entity
to a mere earth-born
I fast realize the blemish in my crack analysis
The conflict lies in the devices I used.
Murky waters run shallow
when the ammunition is teeth
and there's nothing to bite into
my evidence less than empirical
There is an agitator in my paradox
though no ballistic beam could turn
a parrot into a ballerina
look past the thick frost overhanging
the airport of your mind
a hothead will melt first
as the addict is the servant
of the boloney they need
A pistol could end the blunder
of endless hope
but no bleeps appeared on my radar
and that should have sufficed
I measured you against a fake baseline
you are not earth-born
Best in Show!
good luck :)
